Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with General Hospital.

A/N: I have been going through all of the things Lulu has faced since the abortion and deciding what to include in this story. The more I think about it, the more I realize maybe it's good she had the abortion because I don't think her pregnancy would have survived all of the stress she has been through: her mother's relapse, being kidnapped by Alcazar, having to go across the country with Jason to find Spinelli and fearing for her life, trying to prove her mother's innocence, her nephew being kidnapped, being held hostage by a sociopath who enjoys nothing more than tormenting his captive's psyches. How does one endure that much stress when they're not pregnant? Anyway, on another note, did everyone see Spinelli's fantasy? How funny was that? It reminded me of Max's fantasy about Carly. I love his little crush but it better not turn into anything more. I don't really feel up to watching Spinelli and Lulu in a relationship. I'd rather they were just friends. Come on writers bring on Dilu, please. I am also saddened to say, that my two favourite Dilu videos were removed from you tube. They were such a source of inspiration. Anyway, on with the story…

To Choose Life

Chapter 15

The afternoon sunlight spilled through the curtains, as I opened my eyes. It was almost 12:30. "Guess I was tired, eh baby?" I muttered, as I climbed out of bed and went into the washroom to change. I was surprised Carly hadn't woken me.

I went downstairs and found a note she'd left for me. She was at the Metro Court. I figured I'd go by there and have her give me something to do, right after I talked to Georgie.

I ate a muffin, an apple and drank some orange juice. It was so nice to not be nauseous when I woke up.

I arrived at Kelly's and went inside. "Hey Mike, what time does Georgie come in?"

"She should be in at 2:00."

I glanced at my watch. I had another twenty minutes. "Did you want to wait?" he asked gently.

"Sure, can I get a green tea?"

"Of course."

He handed me the steaming cup. "Lulu…"

I turned around and met Elizabeth's gaze. "I'm so sorry about your Mom."

"Thank you," I said, with a gentle smile. "I am too, but we're all just trying to get through it as best we can."

"Well, you also have the baby to worry about. I just wanted to make sure you didn't want to talk."

"Well I can talk if you have time, but don't feel obligated."

"I'd never feel obligated to talk to you," Elizabeth said, as she climbed into the seat next to me. "I love talking to you."

"So have you seen Lucky since Mom's relapse?"

"I have. He spent Thanksgiving with Grams, Cameron and I."

"That's nice. How's he doing?"

"Considerably well. I'm not sure it's sunk in yet."

"Do you think he'll be able to resist pills?"

"I don't know. It's a daily battle for him, but all we can do is have faith and support him as best we can."

"I know. I just can't help worrying about him."

"You don't need to worry about him. He wouldn't want that. Just worry about you and this baby."

"I'm trying. Have you heard from Nikolas?"

"No. I haven't spoken to him since we were all at your Grandmother's."

"I hope he's okay."

"Nikolas is strong. He'll get through this. I actually have to get back to the hospital, but if you ever need to talk, call me, okay?"

"Okay, thanks Elizabeth."

I went back to sipping on my hot tea when the bell over the door jangled and Georgie entered the building. "Georgie can I talk to you?"

"What?" she spat viciously. "I just want to do my job. I don't want to talk about you sleeping with my boyfriend."

"I know, but you need to understand, nothing happened between Dillon and I. He was just trying to calm me down."

"Lulu, I don't want to do this right now. Dillon will always choose you."

"What are talking about? He didn't choose me. He's never chosen me. He was worried about the baby. Do you understand how upset I was?"

"I get that Lulu, but he didn't have to spend the night in bed with you."

"Nothing happened. We slept. I just needed someone there for me."

"He could have been there for you, without actually being in bed with you."

"Georgie you are blowing this out of proportion."

"No Lulu, no I'm not. Dillon chose to get into that bed with you, instead of thinking about us. You will always come first."

"That is not true."

"Yes it is."

I pressed my hands into my temples when Georgie's professor came in. "Ms. Jones, your paper was excellent," he said to her, as he sat down and ordered coffee. She turned her attention from me.

When Georgie had left, to look after other customers, her professor, the same one that had signed me out of classes, turned to me. "Do you regret not getting an education yet?"

"Not at all."

"It must be nice to have a rich family to look after you so that you don't have to do anything with your life."

"You don't know anything about my life."

"I can figure you out."

"I'll bet you think you can. You would however, be completely wrong."

"I doubt it. You're afraid to take chances. You're closed off from everyone around you. You're paying the price for some mistakes you've made in the past, that have made you extra cautious."

"Thanks for the psychoanalysis, but I really don't need you to tell me about myself."

"Just trying to help," he offered snidely before getting up and leaving.

His attitude just grated on my nerves. I tossed some money on the counter and ran out after him. There were two men standing on either side of him. "Hey, you don't get to talk to me like that and then just leave," I spat. "Is everything okay?" I muttered looking at the two big men.

"I'm sorry, look, here's the extra credit assignment. Do that and then we'll talk about your grade," he said, pushing a textbook into my hands.

I took it before he and the men left. I opened it up and found a cell phone with a text message asking for help. The next one gave me a location and a request for potato chips. I figured I had nothing better to do but investigate this.

Of course, Dillon arrived just as I was about to leave. "Hey did you talk to Georgie?"

"Yeah, I did."

"And?"

"She thinks you always choose me over her. I couldn't convince her otherwise. I'm really sorry."

"Don't apologize for her. Do you want to get a drink?"

"Can I take a rain check? I have somewhere to be."

"Yes of course. I'll talk to you later."

I waved goodbye to him before running off in search of this person who required my help. I purchased potato chips and then went into the building, where I was grabbed from behind. "Who are you?" a voice asked with terror.

"Who are you?" I spat, as I pulled away.

"Spinelli. Professor Marquez sent you?"

"He didn't really have a choice. What is it you need help with?"

"Crazy Al is after me because I helped him make a flash drive, to frame the Goddess, but I didn't know it was to frame the Goddess and now he's after me because I can put him away…" his frantic words jumbled together, but I'm pretty sure I heard what he said.

"Whoa, slow down. I don't know Crazy Al. I don't know the Goddess, but why don't you just go the cops?"

"No way, Crazy Al's men will take me out as soon as they see me."

"Don't be ridiculous. Come on, this is real life, not a video game." I pulled on his arm and was met with little resistance. We pushed open the door and were grabbed by two big burly men. I had no time to even struggle before we were tossed into a van.

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The men placed us inside an old warehouse. "What are you doing?" I shouted at the man holding me.

He ignored me and locked us inside. "What did you get me into?" I yelled at the guy that called himself Spinelli.

"I'm sorry Blonde One, I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Who is holding us?"

"Crazy Al's men."

"Who is Crazy Al?" I screamed.

"You know, Alcazar."

"We're being held by Alcazar's men?"

"Yes Blonde One, that is what I'm telling you."

"Well that's okay. He won't hurt me. The mother of his child would never let him. See Skye and my father had this thing…"

"From what I've seen, I don't think Alcazar cares too much about people the mother of his child has been with. She won't even know you were here, once we disappear."

"He's not going to kill me," I attempted to rationalize.

"Are you really that oblivious?" Spinelli asked.

"What kind of person can hurt a pregnant woman?"

"You're pregnant?" Spinelli asked, as if it was the most shocking thing he'd ever heard. "Why would you do that to your body?"

"I didn't plan on getting pregnant," I spat viciously.

Before Spinelli said anything else the door opened and Alcazar came inside. He tried to assure us that everything was fine, but as soon as he was gone, Spinelli wired the intercom so we could hear him tell his men to kill us. I felt like my world was falling apart one more time.

A few hours after hearing the news that we were going to die and getting to know Spinelli, the men appeared with a bottle of liquor. They pushed it into my hands. "Drink this," they ordered.

"I can't, I'm pregnant," I said, tearfully, as if this would change their mind.

"I don't care. Drink it…"

"It'll hurt the baby," I cried. "I can't drink."

"DRINK IT OR WE WILL KILL HIM," they said, as they pressed a gun against Spinelli's head.

"Do you really think your boss will want you to hurt his grandchild? The father of this baby is Diego Alcazar," I shouted. Both men turned and looked at one another and then they left.

"Your child is Crazy Al's grandkid?"

"No, but I had to save your life somehow."

It was less then twenty minutes before our next interruption. This time a repeat visit with Alcazar. "You're pregnant with my grandchild?" he asked, as soon as he came inside.

I nodded. "Diego is the father of this child."

"I thought Dillon Quartermaine was the father."

"That was a smokescreen," I lied. "Diego and I slept together during the summer. I got pregnant. This is his child. Dillon just agreed to help me cover it up."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Look at how Diego just died. I didn't want that for my child. I wanted to keep my child safe."

"This child is Diego's. He is an Alcazar. You had no right to hide that."

"Well it's out now."

"Yeah and Diego is dead. He'll never even know he was going to be a father."

"That wouldn't have kept him alive. You chose to make him part of your life and your responsible for his death."

He grabbed my arm fiercely and pulled me toward the door. "Don't hurt the Pregnant One," Spinelli shouted.

"Would Diego really want the mother of his child handled this way?" I asked, my voice as vicious as his touch. He let me go and slammed the door. As soon as he was gone, I got up and sat down on a box nearby as I started to cry. I suddenly wished I'd gone for the drink with Dillon. Spinelli made an attempt to cheer me up.

It was many more hours before we heard sound outside the door. I lifted something heavy and prepared to hit the goon over the head. I did and struck Jason, knocking him unconscious. Spinelli ran off, but I couldn't leave Jason behind.

As Jason came to, I helped him up and together we ventured to the door. We had just emerged from the room when Alcazar's men appeared, guns in hand. They forced us back inside.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked.

"What's okay? I am supposed to minimize my stress for this baby and this is making that impossible."

"Well just stay calm. We're going to get out of this. I promise."

I started to cry again and broke down on the floor. Jason just let me cry for a while, before he said anything. "You remind me a lot of Carly," he said gently.

"Really?"

"You look like her. She could be your sister."

"Sometimes I wish she were. It would make losing my mother easier."

"What happened to your mother?"

"She relapsed. Big surprise, my father hid from us that her treatment was only temporary."

"I'm sorry," he said absently, as if that was the only thing to say.

"Did you know my Mom?"

"Not well. I'm sure I knew her growing up before I lost my memory."

I nodded. "I wish I could lose my memory."

"No you don't. Losing your identity; feeling isolated from everyone. It's not pleasant."

"I'm isolated as it is. People feel obligated to be there for me. I have no real friends. My family doesn't really want to be there but they have to be. Dillon is only there because he got me pregnant."

"You are pregnant with Dillon's child?"

"Yeah, but don't tell Alcazar. I lied and told him this is Diego's child so he wouldn't kill me."

Jason's eyebrows raised. "That was actually a nice move."

"I didn't want them to kill Spinelli."

"I don't want to risk the baby, but I need your help getting out of here. Are you up to it?" he asked cautiously.

"Well what are my options?"

Jason nodded in agreement. "All right, I'm going to distract them and I want you to run as fast as you possibly can, okay? Try and reach the pier."

We heard a commotion and the door opened. Sonny, and his two bodyguards stood on the other side. "Never mind," Jason muttered.

We made our way towards them. "Where's Spinelli?" Sonny asked.

"He took off when I got here. Lulu and I weren't able to get out."

Sonny nodded. "Well let's get out of here."

I backed up into one of the bodyguards. "Sorry," I muttered and turned to see him smiling at me. "What?" I asked, visibly shaken from the ordeal.

"Milo, go help your brother," Sonny ordered, before he and Jason led me out of the warehouse.

"We have to find Spinelli," Jason said. He and Sonny discussed it, while I tried to nap.

When I opened my eyes we were at Sonny's. They led me inside and I sat down on the couch. "So we were hoping, you wouldn't mind going on a trip with Jason," Sonny said gently.

"A trip where?" I asked, feeling exhausted.

"He needs help finding Spinelli. Did he tell you anything?"

"He showed me a picture of his Grandmother's in Tennessee."

"Could you please go with him?" Sonny asked.

"I run a real risk of losing this child, Sonny. I really shouldn't be under any more stress..."

"It might be less stressful to get out of town and clear your head."

"Listen, you wouldn't be able to leave here anyway," Jason agreed.

"Why not?"

"Alcazar's going to be gunning for you," Sonny said.

"He's not going to hurt me. He thinks I'm carrying his grandchild," I offered.

"Why does he think that?" Sonny asked.

"Because I told him that."

"Is it true?"

"No this child is a Quartermaine. Dillon is the father. He is going to know I'm missing."

"We'll clear that up with him. Listen you saw the trouble that Alcazar caused, when looking for Skye. If he thinks this child is his grandchild, he is going to be after you."

"I don't know Sonny."

"I know it's inconvenient."

"All right, but you're going to have to come up with a good excuse," I finally agreed, maybe a few days free of Port Charles would be harmless.

"Sonny," Carly called as she came inside. "Lulu what are you doing here?"

Sonny relayed the tale of my kidnapping. He explained that he and Jason needed to take me out of town for a couple of days. Carly frowned. "I don't know Sonny. She is pregnant. She needs to relax."

"What would be more relaxing than getting out of Port Charles?"

"And outrunning Alcazar's men."

"Jason will take care of her."

Jason nodded. "I won't let anything happen to her or her child."

Carly met my gaze and then her frown grew larger. "You better keep her and this baby very safe Jason. I am trusting you. If anything happens to Lulu or she miscarries it is on your head."

"I know," Jason said. "But I want to clear Sam's name."

"At what price?"

"I swear Carly, nothing will happen to Lulu or the child."

"It's up to you," Carly said to me. "You reserve the right to make this choice."

"I'll go, but no stress. I want a very relaxing drive. I also want lots of ice cream and one other thing. Sonny can I talk to you alone?"

He nodded and led me away from the group. I explained the situation about proving my mother's innocence and he agreed to help in exchange for my helping Jason. It was all settled and we prepared to leave the next morning.